In the grand and towering hall, a broken sword radiated a rainbow-like luminescence from the throne at the center. The blade was snapped, but the remaining portion shimmered like a brilliant autumn pond, a peerless legendary sword rarely seen in history.
Xiao Chen knew this White Bone Giant to be called the "Broken Sword King". Yet unexpectedly, it was because of such a ferocious sword in his hands that he felt shaken. Could it be that this giant was indeed the Zhunti Daoist?
The Red Diamond Skeleton's eyes sparkled, saying, "What a wonderful sword, such a divine weapon I have never seen before."
"This sword is a rare treasure." The terrifying king, towering at five meters tall, held the broken sword, caressing it and said, "Even if someone offered several cities in exchange, I would refuse."
"May I ask how you came in possession of this sword?" Xiao Chen wanted to confirm if it was indeed the Zhunti Daoist.
